|February 27, 2003:
©2003 Jerral Sapienza & LLX Press
by Jerral Sapienza
Love is a fish that wriggles and squirms when out of its element and yet, glides and races with incredible graces when familiar and comfortable, soft eyes open, alert, aware; mouth kissing, embracing, caressing the waters in a sensual lilting rhythm of locomotion. Some people say they don't like to fish, don't have what it takes to bait the hook, hurt the worm, snag the bloodied lip; don't understand the challenge, the hunt, the competitive edge of deception required to trick that graceful beast into a lair's watery grave with cold steel and synthetic nylon siren. They can't stand the final gasping struggle, wriggles and squirms, the smell. Then the blood, the guts, the eye which stares so damnably still from out that severed head, mouth gaping, tiny carcass trace of a struggled violation. And yet, they make too much of it. It is a fish. Dinner, protein complement for dill and spinach. Served with cool white wine and a sprinkle of lemon. Love is a fish that wriggles and squirms when out of its element and yet, glides and races with incredible graces when familiar and comfortable, soft eyes open, alert, aware; mouths kissing, embracing, caressing the passion within us in a sensual lilting rhythm of emotion. I'll wade deep, trawl far, cast and tend a long line for that right fish, to smile with the cool white wine and a sprinkled sparkle of lemon...
| -Jerral Sapienza